Good things..

Good things happen when you least expect them.

:)

Hello..

Endless, isn't it!?

"Don't lose hope when you're forlorn, just keep your eyes upon the skies, every night a star is born. Just remember in the darkest hour, within your heart's the power for making you… a hero too."

-- Lyrics by David Zippel, A Star Is Born


Now, why must I bleed this thing dry?
What makes me do this to myself?
Over, and over again.
The endless saga of a fairytale.
It's a load of shite!
I am so angry at myself for doing this.
It's like the disease that won't go away.
The things I live with..
The time bomb inside me waiting to explode.
The memories that I am consumed with every moment.
The eggshell I feel that is caving in on me minute after minute.
This so-called, private diary of mine is turning into public viewing auction..
50 thoughts a minute,
100 words waiting to be blurted out,
Going once,
Going twice.
Yes, I feel like I'm gone.
Going to the places in my mind that, I once knew.
Why?
Medication?
No!
That would be the easy answer now, wouldn't it?
Because, it makes me feel better.
It makes me feel good, when I tell the truth about, these things which plague me and amaze me.
I find it easier to express myself in this way
We all want to be known.
We all need to be heard, do we not!?
I wish that i had something else to focus on
let me go to my creative side and hide from the crap and the lies of this world for a while
how about forever
then no one can ever hurt me
no one can get to me in my solitary space
These things belong to the Shazzy, and everyone else can F*** off, if they don't understand.
I'm not here to explain myself.
I am here to just be, and I will be all I can be.
So, don't try to turn me into something I am not, cause I am on maximum 'Shazzy' overdrive.
And, I won't stop till I have done the things I came here to do.
Got a problem with that!?
I didn't think so!!!! ;) Grrrrrrrr......!

Boo..Umm's eh Robbie!!! (Inside thang with my bro and I.)

~Romancing The Dream~

Do you ever wish that sometimes?

You hadn’t read something.

But, the urge to find out what was written overwhelmed you.

You know it boggles the mind.

It irks me so, when people are blind to the things which are staring at them from a distance.

When don't some people stop dreaming, and wake up

to their distant realities?

It really gets to me, when people cherish the ones that hurt them.

What is that about?

I will never understand why people love torturing themselves in this way.

What is so wrong with wanting a blissfully happy existence?

It is possible.

I know, I know.

How naïve does that sound to you?

But, listen…

Why is this world so full of negativity?

We are surrounded, and dipped in it from the moment we come into this world.

How can you explain something to someone, who doesn’t know what you feel?

Did you know that there is someone in this world?

Someone who believes he shares something with a silly girl.

He may think me young.

He may think me weak.

But, he doesn’t have the slightest inkling as to how smart and how strong I am in mind, body and spirit.

My fear is that he will only realize this about me, when he has no more breath left.

It will be too late to feel this.

I hope there will be a clarity in his mind..

I hope that he realizes who I am, and what I represent in this world to him.

Perhaps, I am the dreamer, living in foolish fantasies.

Wanting my true love desperately,

But, he never comes to my side.

He only comes into my dreams these days to hold my hand in his friendly manner.

Or, he gives me that pat on the back kind of grin.

Well, that’s the last thing I want from him.

Maybe, one day he will read these words..

And, maybe, one day, he will know the truth.

Until then,

I suppose I only have one choice.

To close my eyes, and communicate with him the only way I know how.

I am simply a romantic whose dreams outweigh my reality.

Fate...

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
~Jean de La Fontaine


Things and actions are what they are, and the consequences of them will be what they will be; why then should we desire to be deceived?
Author: Bishop Joseph Butler
Source: Sermon VII--On the Character of Balaam (last paragraph)

Success, the mark no mortal wit, Or surest hand, can always hit: For whatsoe'er we perpetrate, We do but row, we're steer'd by Fate, Which in success oft disinherits, For spurious causes, noblest merits.
Author: Samuel Butler (1)
Source: Hudibras (pt. I, canto I, l. 879)

Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron

Rapunzel....

Time...

Time is begging me to change this.
I'm disguised as the one, who can look at you...
But, I am afraid of the touch.
I am forbidden by the shards of your fragile emotions.
You try to shove your opinions in my direction.
How can one wonder?
How can you?
When some things in this world are obvious.
Not to everyone, I guess.
I feel like; I've, been trapped in some kind of trippy-mind game.
Warped.
I'm not sure why you do this?
Are you that bored?
When you no longer allow yourself to be set up for these games,..
Something changes.
Something inside of you heals, beyond anything imaginable.
You can pass it off as something old.
Something youthful.
Something like a mis-spent youth.
Something tired, and in need of being put to rest.